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ArtistThe West Wind called:--"In squadrons the thoughtless galleons fly That bear the wheat and cattle lest street-bred people die. They make my might their porter, they make my house their path, Till I loose my neck from their rudder and whelm them all in my wrath
A historic maritime scene featuring a classic sailboat navigating rough seas. Several men in period attire oversee the journey, with distant ships and dramatic clouds enhancing the adventurous atmosphere.